Prompts 5 and 21
Thor x Reader
Prompts #5 “Where do you think you’re going?” “Uh, my pole dancing lessons?” and #21 “I’ll throw hands with this bitch, fucking watch me!”
Word count: 1465
Dressed in a snug but stretchy pair of pants and a tank top, you made your way out of your room with a bag slung over your shoulder. You were uninterrupted until you got to the floor below yours, where the elevator stopped. Clint walked in and gave you a once-over, raising a brow at your appearance. He stood next to you and you both watched the doors close.
“Going to the gym?” He asked without turning to you.
“Dance lessons,” You didn’t miss a beat with your answer. It would be kind of embarrassing if everyone knew you were actually going to pole dancing lessons, because they likely wouldn’t take your answer of “I want a strong core and more flexibility” as an answer.
“Didn’t know you could dance,” Amusement lilted his tone.
“I can’t, that’s why I’m taking lessons,”
He huffed a laugh in response. The elevator opened and Clint made his exit. You were thankful, you didn’t want to go into any further detail.
“Have fun,” He winked.
You made it to the ground level without any further incident and thanked your lucky stars. You started towards the front entrance, looking like a teenager sneaking out in the middle of the night.
“Where do you think you’re going?” A voice boomed from your left.
You jumped in your skin and became completely still. “Uh, my pole dancing lessons?”
You winced. Shit, I gave myself away.
“Pole dancing?” Thor came into your view with a curious expression.
“Haha, uhhh yeah… Don’t tell anyone about it though, please?” He frowned at the rushed urgency of your sentence.
“Why, what is this type of dance?”
You paused; trying to find a way to explain it in the least painful way possible. “Well, it’s where people.. dance around a pole. You have to be really strong to do it. I wanted to test myself, you see.”
“Oh, that sounds delightful! May I join you my lady?” Eagerness plastered his face.
You shook your head vehemently. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh, why not?”
“I - um. You have to sign up.. for the class. And it’s mostly women and homosexuals in there.”
“I have nothing against homosexuals. I often find myself attracted to the smaller ones.”
You laughed. “Nobody here has anything against gay people, Thor. Gosh, I love you. No, you just have to sign up for it and I know a few women and men there are fans of you, and I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable!”
You didn’t want to let him find someone and have them take away any chance you had with him, actually.
“You are such a great friend, Y/n. Your concern warms me. Do you think I could come watch, then?”
You choked on air.
“Uh, maybe when we do our performance. Practices aren’t really.. public.”
He clapped his hands together. “I am Thor, Son of Odin. They will not deny me entrance to watch and cheer on my best friend at her practice!”
You pinched the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger. Panic was seeping into your pores and you were wondering if you would have to stop with the lessons because of your nosy friend.
“I am denying you entrance.”
He frowned. “But-”
“No. Performance time only.”
He sighed heavily, full of disappointment. “I will respect your wishes.”
“Thank you. I’ll see you later.”
“Goodbye, have an enjoyable practice.”
After you left, Thor looked up what pole dancing was. He was surprised that you would partake in an activity like that, but now understood your reluctance with him coming to watch and letting the others know.
He found himself wanting very much to watch you dance like that for him. Just for him. And he didn’t know how he felt with everyone in your class seeing you dance like that. What if there was a man or woman that took interest in you? You were very attractive, it wouldn’t take hardly anything for someone to fall for you in the same way he did.
When he finished investigating the specific type of dance, he laid back on his bed and shut his eyes. What would he say to you after discovering that you wanted to dance like this? He imagined you dancing on and against the pole. Slowly you stripped off your clothing, down to your underwear. You walked towards him slowly and seductively, hips swaying and chest out.
His mouth nearly watered at the thought. He slowly ran his hand down his chest and under his pants. He imagined it was your hand instead of his against his skin. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he began stroking himself.
When he was finished and sticky with cum he felt immensely guilty. He shouldn’t be thinking of his best friend in that way. It was grossly inappropriate and demeaning.
He lumbered off of his bed and to the bathroom where he showered off.
Despite his guilt, the next few days were brimming with lust filled visions of you. Every time you bent over he was assaulted with the fantasies and struggled to ward them away.
While you were at your lessons one day, Thor was overcome with the impulse to go and actually see you dance. So he did. He walked into the building with confidence, and when the receptionist asked him what he was looking for he replied simply.
“The pole dancing lessons.”
She pointed him in the right direction, and only then did he begin to worry about his actions. He walked to the door to the room. It was cracked open slightly, but he didn’t want to peep in. He put his hand on the handle, willing himself to enter, when the door opened.
A woman in tight clothing exited, running right into Thor. She looked up in surprise, but when she saw who it was a sultry smile overtook her lips.
“Oh, the mighty Thor. What brings you here big boy?” She looked at him through her lashes. He was startled, and looked up, eyes meeting yours. You were standing stock still, eyes on his and seething. He instinctively took a step back.
The woman stepped forward to close the gap between them. His eyes shot down to her.
She put a hand on his chest. “What do you say you come home with me?”
He removed her hand. “No thank you, miss.”
“Let me change your mind.” She leant up and pressed a kiss to his lips. He ripped himself away in alarm. She followed his movements, unfazed.
You turned to your friend in the class and growled, “I’ll throw hands with this bitch, fucking watch me!”
“Bet, I would pay to see that.” He said.
You marched forwards and yanked her back by her arm. She yelped, but waved her hand around and ended up smacking you across the face.
“You fucking-” you spun her around “cunt!” You slammed your fist to her face.
“Oh no! Stop!” The instructor yelled.
The woman tried to hit you back but you had the upper hand from years of combat training. You turned her to the nearest wall, smashed her face against it, and held her hands tightly against her back where her arms were turned up.
“Understand this, honey. If someone says no, that means no.”
“Thor, won’t you help me?” She cried.
You sent him a look that read, ‘Absolutely not, I’ll kill you.’
He waved his hands in defense and shook his head. “I did ..say no..”
You applied pressure to her arms and she cried out before you let her go. She fell to the floor and began to really cry, but you ignored her and made to leave.
“Yesss, bitch!” Your friend, Anthony called out, tossing you your bag.
“Thanks, Tony. Talk to you later, baby.”
You escorted Thor out of the building with a strong grip on his arm. You only let go when you were back out on the sidewalk where you could see your car.
“What. did. I. say. about. coming. to. practice.”
“I apologize, Lady Y/n. I didn’t mean-”
“You Never Mean,” You spit.
“I looked up pole dancing and just wanted to watch you dance. I didn’t want to start a fight.”
“Get in the car.”
“Get. in. the. car.”
He quickly got into the passenger seat. You got in the driver’s and sped off, refusing to look at him, your jaw tight.
He didn’t try to talk to you the entire way, and instead looked out of the window in shame.
When you arrived back at the Tower, you stopped him right before the front entrance. He looked at you curiously.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Oh Odin, yes.”